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This is my last day at work in BMC, how do i feel? I havent yet sorted out my feelings, but im glad this phase of life is over. After being underutilised during my youth service year it was a great relief to actually work again. (if you know what i mean). I have refined my skills (surgical) that is, learnt some more stuff(academic wise), made new friends (medical students from ibadan-adeyemo(sorry stone), oginni, oye-Lawrence, Omotoso, Okereke, Bitto and Amosun) Yeah u made it into my blog!, renewed old friendships and not the last made some money (don't ask me how much!) In all im glad to be going back home, to family its been 10 years since i have been a constant part of the family (its always been interupptions with school, work, exams etc) hopefully we'll spend some quality time together now. Well ill no longer be writing about my experiences in Ogbomoso except when i reminisce, so get ready for new posts about my transition from Ogbomoso babe to Lagos Chick:)!!!!!!!

Hi everyone still in the dry phase of inspiration will write something soon

The orderlies at BMC are a bunch of delightful characters, i like the older ones best for they tolerate the sometimes spoilt attitudes of we junior doctors. They have seen generations of doctors, (though very few were around when my dad passed through BMC) and therefore are able to with the eye of experience look at us when we act funny, shake their heads and go on as if we have not offended them! The orderlies i want to write about are the oldsters who have seen it all. They constitute themselves into a mafia of some sort and carry themselves with the pride of owning more rags than anyone around. (A yoruba proverb says that the old man may not have as many new clothes as a young man but the young man will certainly not own as many rags as he does). They include Mr Zaccheus Adeniran, Mrs Ladeji, Mama Gynae and Mrs Layiwola the youngest of the lot. They are the orderlies in charge of the Out Patient Department at BMC. My favourite orderly is Mr Zaccheus who is in charge of the Surgery c

These days I have undergone lethargy of a very serious kind, when I say serious I mean serious. Usually I can extricate myself from the grip of lethargic moods by shaking myself thoroughly, divesting myself of all the clingy garments which seek to weigh me down by focusing my energies on another cause but lately I have found that like Samson I have been unable to get up and go out as before. What causes the lethargy? What makes me so sluggish in my behaviour and attitude towards all things pertaining to a career in medicine? Am I disillusioned with medicine? Questions, questions, questions. I guess I’m going through a phase, which I hope has a short lifespan for it wearies me. Does anybody ever go through the phase of dissatisfaction with present position and not come out in a way changed by the whole process? Either in a positive or negative way, change comes with a realization that things can not be as before, or a resigned acceptance of the inevitability of ones chosen path. Which d

I was chatting with a friend yesterday and our conversation steered towards the practice of medicine as it usually does with medicos. We just cant seem to seperate our work from our everyday lives can we? Being a doctor permeates everything you do, you sleep, you talk, you walk medicine, and for a dreamer like me ( i actually dream almost always when i sleep. if i put my head down for a couple of minutes i drift off into dream land) i actually dream about seeing patients and performing surgeries, yes o! Well our jist came round to resuscitation of patients. Before i tell you her side of the story ill tell you mine. A patient who decides to gasp down here (ie take the last few breaths on planet earth) does so with no assurance of being brought back. First of all you are ill equipped to do anything, no suction machine to clean up secretions, an ambubag is sometimes available, Oxygen? you've got to be kidding, most times there is none in the hospital and as always the oxygen concentr

I was going through my journal today and i saw an entry that made me laugh i wrote it when i was undergoing some major stress (or so i thought) at work from a senior colleague, here it goes; WHAT JUNIOR DOCTORS WOULD LIKE TO WRITE TO THEIR SENIOR COLLEAGUES SOMETIMES.............. Dear Sir, I have viewed with growing concern and alarm the way you address me in public. On two different occasions you have referred to me as 'this one'. It gives me the impression sir that you either consider me an inanimate object or a mere creature whose ability to commune with higher 'mortals' is severely diminished. I have both times considered your mode of address not just embarassing but insulting. I make bold to state that though i am many years your junior colleague i do not deserve such shabby treatment especially in public. I not only have a title by which i can be addressed (Dr.) but also a name which is easy to recall and pronounce. I will for the present record see this mode of